[Fic] Because I love you
Today is a red letter day. I actually wrote het! XD Well, it's only because I really like Sam/Annie and the bunny bit me, so I had to obey.
First Life On Mars fic. I hope it satisfies.
Title: Because I Love You
Fandom: Life On Mars
Pairing: Sam/Annie
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: OMG, it’s Het!
Summary: Annie can't stop staring at Sam's arse
Notes: This takes place some time after the last episode, but parts of the ending didn’t happen (mainly the kiss). You could say that I’m writing my own ending to the series. This is actually a fusion of two plot bunnies, so I hope nothing seems too off.
Title comes from the song “Coz I Luv You” by Slade, which was played during one of my favorite moments on my favorite Life on Mars episode (2.04). Sam was HOT.
I adore Annie Cartwright that is why I don’t mind Sam/Annie at all. They’re just too cute together.
Special thanks goes to nickachick007 for being the Annie to my Sam (or Liz White to my John Simm as the case may be) and for helping me get my het muse going for this pairing.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters; I’m only having fun.
.-.
Annie sighed as she turned the pages of the report she’d been looking over for the case the team were working on. It wasn’t that it was all that boring, although some cases could be, but she just couldn’t make her mind focus. Ever since she told Sam to stay, she’d been having troubles concentrating on anything else but him. She’d done her best to keep her mind on her work, even when he was around and when they were working together, but now it was so hard to keep her mind wandering she had to stop staring at the files and close her eyes to try willing the images of him to go away.
But he kept walking back and forth by her desk and it added to her distraction. Not that he was doing it on purpose or anything. That was another thing; he didn’t seem to know just how attractive he was, and how most of the women’s department giggled and chatted about him whenever he was around. Sam was sweet as well as forceful, when he wanted to be, and his walk… Annie sighed. Didn’t Sam know how good he looked when he strutted into the room like that?
Sam walked by her desk again, and she couldn’t stop her eyes from looking up and watch as he made his way to the Guv’s office. And he was doing that strut again. Damn him.
She blushed and looked down, trying to focus on her job again, but it was still proving fruitless. Her mind’s eye was now replaying the way he looked from behind. She squirmed in her seat.
Ray and Chris suddenly laughed at something, and it jerked her mind out of her daydream and she looked up. She had no idea what they were laughing about, but then Sam and the Guv came out of his office and commanded attention. Sam had all of hers.
“We need to set up a blockade around… and then every available officer… we should surround the building…”
Okay, so he had most of her attention, but it was so hard to concentrate on what he was saying with the way he was looking today.
“Well, just don’t sit there!” the Guv barked. “Move!”
Everyone jumped and got to it. Annie sighed, hoping she didn’t seem like an idiot if she asked Sam to repeat to her what he said. Maybe she could just watch the others and she might cotton on then. No, he’d know something was wrong.
“Annie,” he said, coming to her first. “I need your help with the blockade. Is that all right?”
She smiled. “Of course.”
“Thanks.”
And then he walked away. Damn the man for being so sexy.
.-.
Their job done, and the criminal now behind bars, she was sitting at her desk again. There had been a time when Sam had to come check out the blockade to make sure everything was secure. Annie made sure of it, of course, and he praised her. She smiled at him, trying to look humble about it all. Her insides were dancing the tango, and if he’d ever decided to feel her heartbeat, he would have found it racing.
He walked by her desk again, and she looked up. She heard Ray snort, and she looked over at him, cheeks pink.
“How long have you been staring at the boss’s arse?” he smirked.
She had nothing to say to that, so she looked back down at her work again. Ray and Chris laughed, and it made her face feel even hotter.
Sam walked back over and stared down at them. “What’s so funny, Ray? Chris?”
Their laughed died down, but didn’t disappear all together. “Nothing, boss,” said Chris.
Sam raised an eyebrow at them, and Annie felt her stomach flip.
He turned to walk away again, but stopped and looked at her. Her breath caught, she stared back at him. She swore she saw the same hungry look mirrored in his eyes. He leaned in close so that only she could hear him, and she felt her entire body flush.
“Don’t let them push you around…”
“I don’t, sir,” she said automatically.
“If they’re bothering you in any way, let me know.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. He smiled, nodded, and then strutted off again. She nearly gave in to her impulse to swat his arse, and a part of her wished she had, because then maybe he would flirt back. He used to flirt with her almost all the time, so what changed? She thought that perhaps it was because of that almost-kiss again. If it weren’t for the Guv in his cortina interrupting them, they’d probably would have kissed right there in the street.
She tried to return back to work as best she could. After staring at the files for a while, a thought struck her. She smiled to herself. Mind made up, she found the ability to go back to work without her mind wandering too much.
.-.
It was nearing the end of the day, and it was a Friday, so most of the guys wanted to head out to the pub. She waited, palms slightly clammy and breathing irregular. She knew that he had to walk by her desk once more today before going home, so she told herself over and over that she could do this, that if anything more was to happen between them she had to be the one to start their flirting back up.
Ray and Chris were talking about something at their desk, and she didn’t care if they did see her do it. They’ve already guessed that she had a thing for Sam, so it wasn’t like it was anything new. They’d rib her about it for a while, but then again they’ve ribbed her about almost everything.
The moment she heard the door behind her open, she felt rooted to the spot. It was him, she knew it. The look on Ray’s face confirmed it, as well as Chris saying, “Hey, boss…”
He walked by her desk, and this time she didn’t hesitate; she reacted without much thought, pulled her hand back, and quickly slapped Sam’s arse.
Sam stopped in his tracks, stunned. He turned around, and she looked back down again, trying to pretend that it wasn’t her, but she knew that he knew. For a split second, she thought he was going to just keep walking to the Guv’s office, but he walked up to her desk and looked down at her.
“Annie?”
She looked up, giving him her best innocent smile. “Sir?”
“Did you… did you just slap my arse?”
Ray and Chris sniggered.
Annie smiled at him brilliantly. “Now why would I do that, sir?”
He placed his hands on the edge of her desk and leaned down further, an unmistakable gleam in his eyes.
“Annie, don’t lie to me. Did you or didn’t you?”
“She did,” Ray spoke up. “Right little tart, she is.”
Sam shot Ray a look and then looked back at Annie. Her face was now a darker shade of red.
“It was Chris,” she suddenly said, and then she felt so naughty for trying to blatantly deny it. It sent her blood racing.
“Now how could Chris slap my arse if he was in front of me?” Sam said, that gleam in his eyes not leaving. She was sure he knew that she was playing with him.
“Yeah, how could I?” Chris said, and Ray slapped him upside his head.
“Shut up, yer no poof.”
Sam ignored them and kept staring at Annie. She couldn’t think of what to say; she wanted to continue with this flirting banter, but her mind was frozen again. All she could do was stare back at him, deep into his eyes. She could never tell whether they were just light brown or if they were hazel brown. From what she could tell right now, staring into them, they could be hazel. She didn’t mind hazel; she liked hazel. She liked blue too, but hazel was nice.
“Annie?” said Sam, waving a hand in front of her face, and she jumped. She did it again, didn’t she? And this time she’d been staring right at him.
“Yes, sorry, sir,” she said right away, and then realized that she had just confessed to having slapped his arse.
Sam smiled, and it made her stomach flip again.
“I need to talk to the Guv for a bit, before he goes to the pub. Wait for me, Annie?”
She nodded, voice not working. He smiled again and then walked to the Guv’s office. She watched him go, and she didn’t care that Ray and Chris were teasing her.
.-.
She was just putting away her things in her locker when Sam came in. She looked up, and there he stood, leaning against the lockers, arms crossed. He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket yet, which surprised her, and had those sexy forearms of his showing. There was something about forearms that drove her wild. Then again, so did necks, hands, and long backs.
She smiled at him, feeling her heart begin to beat faster in her chest. As he stared at her, she got a wicked idea. She smiled sweetly at him, leaving her purse in her locker for now as she shut it, and turned toward him.
“Have I been a bad girl?” she whispered.
A raised eyebrow was the only movement Sam made at her comment. “Do you think you’ve been a bad girl?”
“Yes,” she said simply. “You gonna catch me and arrest me?”
“What for?”
“For assaulting an officer… especially one of higher rank than me.”
“You assaulted me?” said Sam.
“I slapped your arse,” she reminded him.
“And you think that warrants an arrest?” he said, moving away from the lockers and walking slowly toward her. She took a few steps back.
“If you catch me,” she said as flirty as possible as she backs up. “Then you can cuff me and frisk me.”
Sam smiled, taking the hint. He stalked her faster, and in turn she picked up speed as well, not turning around. His eyes locked with hers.
“Better start running,” he said with a low, threatening growl. She squealed, turning around to run into the back of the locker room, which was a dead end. She just remembered, but didn’t care; she wanted him to catch her.
She took a right turn, which she knew was the dead end, and then turned to see him standing there, hands on hips. She acted as if she was frightened, when actually she was very excited. The look on his face, his stance, sent her blood boiling. He strolled closer to her, and she could feel her heart quickening as she pressed her back to the wall.
“No where to run,” he said, crossing his arms. She let out a small whimper.
“You haven’t caught me yet,” she said, finding her nerve. She was enjoying this little game with him a bit too much.
He weaved one way to trip her up as she tried to move around his other side, but he quickly changed course and pinned her to the wall, hands on either side of her head. She pressed herself against the wall, and he leaned closer to her. She swallowed hard, her pulse was racing, and she felt a hot flush rise from the pit of her stomach all the way to the top of her head.
“How about now?” he whispered harshly.
“Oh, god…” she moaned.
His face was now only an inch away as he stared into her eyes, and she forgot to breathe.
“Now how do you feel?” he said.
“Wet,” she answered automatically, and then slapped her hand over her mouth, mortified by her sudden outburst. Sam’s eyes widened, obviously just as shocked she said that out loud, but then he recovered, looking smug.
“Is that right?” he said. He removed her hand from her mouth, tilting his head to the side, and moved forward. Her breath caught when he lightly touched his lips to hers, very softly, very sweetly. She responded immediately, opening her mouth to him. He slipped his tongue inside, and she melted.
She was very, very wet.
Sam ended the kiss all too soon for her liking, and then backed away. She was left panting against the wall, face flushed pink and eyes glossy.
“Meet you outside,” he said, smirking, and then he was gone.
.-.
She did as she was told after getting her purse and jacket from her locker. She waited for him by the front of the station, puffing on her last cigarette. The moment she saw him coming toward her, leather jacket on, she snubbed it out.
He strutted as he walked, and she felt anxious, face warm. He smiled.
“Walk you home?” she asked softly, feeling some of her bravado coming back.
“Sure,” he said, smile wide.
They walked together in silence on the way there. Once in a while, Sam would look over at her, and she’d smile. He’d smile back, and it made her smile even wider. She felt happy enough to start skipping, but she held herself in check. Her mind was replaying what had just happened between them in the locker room, and it made her blush, but thankfully Sam didn’t say anything when he looked at her. She hoped that they could play like that again, even if they did start seeing each other.
They made it to his flat. He placed his key on top of the headboard of his hideaway bed, as always, and then took off his jacket. She set her purse down next to his bed and then took her shoes off. She didn’t care what he said; she was staying with him tonight.
“Tea?” Sam asked politely.
“Yeah, thanks,” she said. She loved how endearing he was. He was a rare specimen of a man, and she felt so lucky to have found him. Or rather, he found her. She didn’t even care that he could be a bit crazy; he was wonderful.
She wandered around his flat, taking everything in. It may be a little small, but it felt so comfortable to her, cozy. She felt at home whenever she walked in. She spotted his cupboard, opened it, and peered inside. It was filled with his button-up shirts. Some seemed to even be big enough for her to wear. She smiled.
“Do you take sugar or milk in your tea?” Sam asked as he walked back in. He noticed her looking in his closet and came up to her. “What is it?”
“Oh, just looking…” she turned around to look at him, smiling. “I hear you’re a good cook.”
Sam shrugged, smiling. “Yeah, well… maybe. Why do you ask?”
Annie got closer, staring at him. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind making me dinner.” She placed a hand on his bare forearm.
“Yeah, okay. What would you like?”
“Anything that you think I’ll like.”
Sam smiled, and he was looking so cute Annie just had to lean up and kiss his cheek.
“Yeah, okay.”
She watched him from the little table next to the kitchenette. He had a small apron on, shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, and two buttons undone. She couldn’t help staring at the exposed part of his chest where his necklace lay. Her mind trailed off again in a daydream as she watched him cook. There was just something about a man in the kitchen that made her pulse hammer. He was chopping up something, but she didn’t have the nerve to ask what. She didn’t care what he cooked; she’d eat it no matter what it was.
It was done before she knew it, and he had dished up both plates. He set hers down in front of her with a smile, and then sat across from her. His table was small, but she loved it. They were sitting rather close together, plates touching.
“It’s an Asian noodle cuisine, so I hope you’ll like it.”
“I’m sure I will,” she smiled. She tucked in, very curious and excited to taste what he cooked for her. She hummed in approval. “Oh, this is delicious!”
Sam blushed. “Thanks.”
They ate silently for a bit, looking at each other once in a while, smiling. Minutes later, Sam jumped from the table and groaned, “I can’t believe I forgot to get us something to drink!”
She giggled. “Hey, it’s no problem.”
Sam had some very nice wine. She guessed he bought the bottle from Nelson. She sipped it, staring at him over the rim. He was looking at her, head slightly tilted down as he dipped his fork into the noodles. She shivered, loving the look he was giving her. She hoped it meant what she thought. By the way he had kissed her against the wall in the locker room, she was probably right.
Dinner done, Sam took their empty plates to the sink. She watched him, all of him, and sighed. He was too good to be true.
“So,” he said, hands in pockets. “You have anything else special planned tonight?”
Annie shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. “Just wanted to be with you, that’s all.”
“Oh,” he said, smiling, a gleam in his eyes. “You… want to go see a film or something?”
Annie got up from the chair and stood in front of him, gently sliding her hands over his shoulders and hooking her fingers together behind his head.
“I want to stay here tonight.”
Sam was actually speechless. It almost made her laugh. He obviously didn’t think she would, even after the flirting she did with him.
“You want to… what?” he finally stammered.
She grinned, and then leaned forward and kissed his lips softly before pulling away with a teasing smile. Then she walked into the other room and over to the cupboard, which was still open, and looked through the shirts. Sam came in and watched her, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
“Looking for moths?” he asked, grinning.
She didn’t answer him right away. Finding just the one she wanted, she held the shirt up to her body to check the length. She looked at him, smiling.
“What do you think? Will it fit?”
Sam blinked. “Why do you want to wear my shirt?”
“For bed, silly. I didn’t bring anything with me to wear, so one of your shirts will have to do.”
Sam stared again, gaping. She took that as a good sign. When he didn’t say anything, she went into his bathroom to change. She loved seeing him gobsmacked; she did that to him, and it made her feel proud.
She decided to not wear her bra under the shirt. She didn’t like sleeping in one anyway. She kept the first two buttons undone on it, and one button undone at the bottom. She had a pair of clean, white knickers underneath, and that was all. She folded her clothes up, placing her bra on top of the pile so that when she walked out of the loo holding them he would notice it there right away.
She was right that he noticed, and she saw the gleam return in his eyes as well as happy surprise. She set her folded clothes up on a chair next to the telly.
“You… want to go to bed already?” Sam said, swallowing hard.
“Well, mainly just getting comfortable. Is that okay?”
“Er, yeah… I suppose.”
She sat on the edge of his bed, staring at him. He was fidgeting and it made her smile. Poor Sam, he was a little nervous now that he had her on his bed.
“You can get comfortable too, if you want.”
He smiled, but stood there for a bit, as if he couldn’t make his feet move. Finally, he nodded and went into the bathroom. When he came back out, he was only wearing his shirt, but it was unbuttoned, and he was bare-chested, with a pair of sweats on. Surprisingly, it was rather sexy. As she stared at him, she got the sudden urge to feel him near her. She stood from the bed, a thought suddenly striking her, and looked for any that’ll play music.
Sam only had a small radio in his flat, but she was able to find a good enough song on it. She took his hand, and he understood, pulling them close. They started to slow dance. She felt a shiver go through her from just being near him. His body was so warm against hers.
“Remember that one time,” she said softly, “when we were pretending to be married, and got invited to that party?”
“It wasn’t that long ago, so yeah,” said Sam. God, she loved looking into his eyes, and the way they squinted a little when he looked at her.
“I enjoyed it,” she admitted quietly. “I mean, the dancing. And posing as your wife.” She blushed slightly. “I even liked it when you stole that kiss.”
Sam grinned. “We had to look like a married couple, of course.”
“So you took advantage,” she smiled. “You naughty boy.”
Sam winked, bringing his face even closer to hers. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
She smiled, blushing softly. “Maybe I did.”
He kissed her, like before, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She responded to him immediately, and Sam took the lead for a different dance, edging her to the bed and lying her down. She gladly obeyed, looking up at him as he towered over her, face soft and eyes polite. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, giving him the go-ahead. Damn, she was so wet. She hadn’t wanted someone so badly before in all her life.
“Sam,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
He leaned down and kissed her chin. “Annie. Is this… okay?”
She nearly laughed, but she held herself in check; he didn’t need to ask, but he did anyway. She loved it. “Yes. More than okay. Please, Sam.”
He kissed her again, softly and slowly. Then, he made his way down, and as he kissed her skin, he undid a button on the shirt. He kissed the line of skin that became exposed, but didn’t move the shirt away yet. He made it to the last button, kissed her stomach softly, and then planted another light kiss at the hem of her knickers. Her breath was coming out in hard pants now, and he looked up at her, eyes questioning.
“Annie?”
“Yes, Sam. Please.”
Gently, painstakingly, he pulled them down her hips until she was exposed to him. She slipped one leg out of them, and then kept it bent at the knee and slightly parted. He was staring at her, down there. It gave her the shivers. Then he finally looked up into her face.
“Yes,” she repeated, anticipating his question. He leaned down and gently wrapped his lips around her clit. She jumped and cried out; it had been years since someone touched her like this. “Oh, God, Sam!”
He knew just what to do, and that was another rare thing to find in a man these days. She didn’t want to think how he knew what he was doing; she just wanted to enjoy it. He made her so wet, it was easy enough to push two fingers inside her. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to make her squirm, he crooked his fingers in such a way that he instantly found her g-spot. She jumped again, finding herself pulling away from his fingers, writhing on the bed. He got up more on one elbow and pushed harder inside her, and she clung onto the edge of the mattress above her head, toes curling. It never, ever felt like this before; and it all came so fast it took her by surprise. She was coming, and hard. She let out a scream she never thought she’d make, that a man would never make her produce ever. Her body was sliding backwards on the bed, head hitting the top of the headboard as she tried to get away from his fingers because it was just too much at once.
“God, Sam, stop! Stop!” she panted.
He stopped, slipping his fingers out of her and stared at her. “What’s wrong?”
She sighed, a little smile playing on her lips. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything is… oh, Sam,” she let out a heavy, but content, sigh. He crawled up her body and lay gently on top of her, elbows taking most of his weight, and he stared down at her.
“What is it, then?” he asked softly. “Was that okay?”
She nearly laughed. “Okay? Sam, you were wonderful!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Sam kissed back, and then she opened her mouth to take his tongue inside. They kissed wildly for a minute, hands touching, and arms and legs entangling.
She sighed when he released her mouth finally. “Sam, please…” she slowly slipped the shirt off her shoulders and arms, and then tossed it aside. He stared down at her, as if surprised, and then quickly moved as if someone had switched him on. He cupped one breast while he sucked on the other, and she arched into him, enjoying what his mouth and tongue were doing to her. He was gentle and rough at the same time; he knew just were to apply some pressure and where to make his touch light. He didn’t stay on her breasts forever, either, like she figured he would; he moved down and kissed her stomach, her waist, her hips, and slowly kissed his way down her thigh, and then to her knee, calf, and foot. Then, he made his way back up her body from the other side, starting with her toes. When he nibbled gently on the back of her thigh, she squeaked and jumped, and then she shivered hard. He made his way back between her legs, gently licking and kissing there, before moving up again. When he made it back to her lips again, she was squirming and her eyes were moist from unshed tears.
“Please, Sam,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he whispered, kissing her lips lightly again and again.
“I want you…”
He looked into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” she groaned in frustration, clawing at his back. “Please, Sam…”
He pushed his sweatpants off, and then his shirt, and tossed them onto the floor. The moment he was done, she dragged him back down on top of him and arched into his body. Finally, flesh on flesh. He felt so wonderful against her; hard and hot, and she shivered when he gently rolled his hips against her. He was so patient, and paid attention to the details as he kissed and touched her; it set her body on fire.
She whimpered and begged, but Sam continued to take his time. She wanted to scream and cry and yell, but the things he was doing to her made her almost too breathless to speak. He was down there again, doing such brilliant things with his mouth, and she was arching into that mouth, moaning and whining and clawing and coming… she was coming and coming…
“SAM!” she cried, voice raw. Then he was over her again, and suddenly, before her spasms died out, he was sliding inside her. She let out a silent scream, nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed into her, sliding out slowly, and then pushing in hard, over and over. He was hitting all the right spots, flexing and pulling, and she clung to him for dear life; heels locked into his lower back. He was just long enough to reach the sensitive spot, and he was thick and heavy, stretching her wide; she cried out again, squeezing around his cock and coming all over him, drenching him and the bed sheets. He picked up speed, thrusts suddenly erratic, and then his face screwed up, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he was filling her. She gladly took it all.
.-.
“Sam!”
Annie cracked one eye open slowly; someone was banging at the door and shouting Sam’s name. She wanted to bury her head under the covers and never come out. She was too comfortable, and Sam’s arm around her was warm and comforting. But she felt Sam stir behind her, and she knew that if he didn’t get up soon…
The door burst open. Annie wrapped the bed sheet tighter around her.
Gene Hunt stood before them, staring down at them with an unreadable look for a few moments, and then smirked.
“Must you always break my door down?” Sam said, sitting up in bed, keeping the covers over his lap at least.
“I am not going to wait for your arse to get up,” Gene huffed, but was looking amused. “If I had known that you and Cartwright were naked… actually, I wouldn’t have bothered knocking at all.”
“Guv,” Sam warned. “Please, give us some privacy; we need to get dressed.”
Gene eyed Annie, and she pulled the covers up her body higher.
“Didn’t take you long to go from staring to shagging,” he told her. “What did you have to do to finally get his attention, knock him on the head with a frying pan?”
“Guv, please,” Sam said, gesturing his head at the door.
“All right, but don’t get distracted and have another go; there’s been a murder that needs investigating, and I’d trust Chris with the evidence as much as I trust a baboon with a gun.”
When he left, Annie couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. Sam stood from the bed, and she had a nice view of his backside as he walked to his dresser.
“Back to work, then?” she said.
He turned around, boxers in hand.
“Back to work,” he agreed, smiling.
First Life On Mars fic. I hope it satisfies.
Title: Because I Love You
Fandom: Life On Mars
Pairing: Sam/Annie
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: OMG, it’s Het!
Summary: Annie can't stop staring at Sam's arse
Notes: This takes place some time after the last episode, but parts of the ending didn’t happen (mainly the kiss). You could say that I’m writing my own ending to the series. This is actually a fusion of two plot bunnies, so I hope nothing seems too off.
Title comes from the song “Coz I Luv You” by Slade, which was played during one of my favorite moments on my favorite Life on Mars episode (2.04). Sam was HOT.
I adore Annie Cartwright that is why I don’t mind Sam/Annie at all. They’re just too cute together.
Special thanks goes to nickachick007 for being the Annie to my Sam (or Liz White to my John Simm as the case may be) and for helping me get my het muse going for this pairing.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters; I’m only having fun.
.-.
Annie sighed as she turned the pages of the report she’d been looking over for the case the team were working on. It wasn’t that it was all that boring, although some cases could be, but she just couldn’t make her mind focus. Ever since she told Sam to stay, she’d been having troubles concentrating on anything else but him. She’d done her best to keep her mind on her work, even when he was around and when they were working together, but now it was so hard to keep her mind wandering she had to stop staring at the files and close her eyes to try willing the images of him to go away.
But he kept walking back and forth by her desk and it added to her distraction. Not that he was doing it on purpose or anything. That was another thing; he didn’t seem to know just how attractive he was, and how most of the women’s department giggled and chatted about him whenever he was around. Sam was sweet as well as forceful, when he wanted to be, and his walk… Annie sighed. Didn’t Sam know how good he looked when he strutted into the room like that?
Sam walked by her desk again, and she couldn’t stop her eyes from looking up and watch as he made his way to the Guv’s office. And he was doing that strut again. Damn him.
She blushed and looked down, trying to focus on her job again, but it was still proving fruitless. Her mind’s eye was now replaying the way he looked from behind. She squirmed in her seat.
Ray and Chris suddenly laughed at something, and it jerked her mind out of her daydream and she looked up. She had no idea what they were laughing about, but then Sam and the Guv came out of his office and commanded attention. Sam had all of hers.
“We need to set up a blockade around… and then every available officer… we should surround the building…”
Okay, so he had most of her attention, but it was so hard to concentrate on what he was saying with the way he was looking today.
“Well, just don’t sit there!” the Guv barked. “Move!”
Everyone jumped and got to it. Annie sighed, hoping she didn’t seem like an idiot if she asked Sam to repeat to her what he said. Maybe she could just watch the others and she might cotton on then. No, he’d know something was wrong.
“Annie,” he said, coming to her first. “I need your help with the blockade. Is that all right?”
She smiled. “Of course.”
“Thanks.”
And then he walked away. Damn the man for being so sexy.
.-.
Their job done, and the criminal now behind bars, she was sitting at her desk again. There had been a time when Sam had to come check out the blockade to make sure everything was secure. Annie made sure of it, of course, and he praised her. She smiled at him, trying to look humble about it all. Her insides were dancing the tango, and if he’d ever decided to feel her heartbeat, he would have found it racing.
He walked by her desk again, and she looked up. She heard Ray snort, and she looked over at him, cheeks pink.
“How long have you been staring at the boss’s arse?” he smirked.
She had nothing to say to that, so she looked back down at her work again. Ray and Chris laughed, and it made her face feel even hotter.
Sam walked back over and stared down at them. “What’s so funny, Ray? Chris?”
Their laughed died down, but didn’t disappear all together. “Nothing, boss,” said Chris.
Sam raised an eyebrow at them, and Annie felt her stomach flip.
He turned to walk away again, but stopped and looked at her. Her breath caught, she stared back at him. She swore she saw the same hungry look mirrored in his eyes. He leaned in close so that only she could hear him, and she felt her entire body flush.
“Don’t let them push you around…”
“I don’t, sir,” she said automatically.
“If they’re bothering you in any way, let me know.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. He smiled, nodded, and then strutted off again. She nearly gave in to her impulse to swat his arse, and a part of her wished she had, because then maybe he would flirt back. He used to flirt with her almost all the time, so what changed? She thought that perhaps it was because of that almost-kiss again. If it weren’t for the Guv in his cortina interrupting them, they’d probably would have kissed right there in the street.
She tried to return back to work as best she could. After staring at the files for a while, a thought struck her. She smiled to herself. Mind made up, she found the ability to go back to work without her mind wandering too much.
.-.
It was nearing the end of the day, and it was a Friday, so most of the guys wanted to head out to the pub. She waited, palms slightly clammy and breathing irregular. She knew that he had to walk by her desk once more today before going home, so she told herself over and over that she could do this, that if anything more was to happen between them she had to be the one to start their flirting back up.
Ray and Chris were talking about something at their desk, and she didn’t care if they did see her do it. They’ve already guessed that she had a thing for Sam, so it wasn’t like it was anything new. They’d rib her about it for a while, but then again they’ve ribbed her about almost everything.
The moment she heard the door behind her open, she felt rooted to the spot. It was him, she knew it. The look on Ray’s face confirmed it, as well as Chris saying, “Hey, boss…”
He walked by her desk, and this time she didn’t hesitate; she reacted without much thought, pulled her hand back, and quickly slapped Sam’s arse.
Sam stopped in his tracks, stunned. He turned around, and she looked back down again, trying to pretend that it wasn’t her, but she knew that he knew. For a split second, she thought he was going to just keep walking to the Guv’s office, but he walked up to her desk and looked down at her.
“Annie?”
She looked up, giving him her best innocent smile. “Sir?”
“Did you… did you just slap my arse?”
Ray and Chris sniggered.
Annie smiled at him brilliantly. “Now why would I do that, sir?”
He placed his hands on the edge of her desk and leaned down further, an unmistakable gleam in his eyes.
“Annie, don’t lie to me. Did you or didn’t you?”
“She did,” Ray spoke up. “Right little tart, she is.”
Sam shot Ray a look and then looked back at Annie. Her face was now a darker shade of red.
“It was Chris,” she suddenly said, and then she felt so naughty for trying to blatantly deny it. It sent her blood racing.
“Now how could Chris slap my arse if he was in front of me?” Sam said, that gleam in his eyes not leaving. She was sure he knew that she was playing with him.
“Yeah, how could I?” Chris said, and Ray slapped him upside his head.
“Shut up, yer no poof.”
Sam ignored them and kept staring at Annie. She couldn’t think of what to say; she wanted to continue with this flirting banter, but her mind was frozen again. All she could do was stare back at him, deep into his eyes. She could never tell whether they were just light brown or if they were hazel brown. From what she could tell right now, staring into them, they could be hazel. She didn’t mind hazel; she liked hazel. She liked blue too, but hazel was nice.
“Annie?” said Sam, waving a hand in front of her face, and she jumped. She did it again, didn’t she? And this time she’d been staring right at him.
“Yes, sorry, sir,” she said right away, and then realized that she had just confessed to having slapped his arse.
Sam smiled, and it made her stomach flip again.
“I need to talk to the Guv for a bit, before he goes to the pub. Wait for me, Annie?”
She nodded, voice not working. He smiled again and then walked to the Guv’s office. She watched him go, and she didn’t care that Ray and Chris were teasing her.
.-.
She was just putting away her things in her locker when Sam came in. She looked up, and there he stood, leaning against the lockers, arms crossed. He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket yet, which surprised her, and had those sexy forearms of his showing. There was something about forearms that drove her wild. Then again, so did necks, hands, and long backs.
She smiled at him, feeling her heart begin to beat faster in her chest. As he stared at her, she got a wicked idea. She smiled sweetly at him, leaving her purse in her locker for now as she shut it, and turned toward him.
“Have I been a bad girl?” she whispered.
A raised eyebrow was the only movement Sam made at her comment. “Do you think you’ve been a bad girl?”
“Yes,” she said simply. “You gonna catch me and arrest me?”
“What for?”
“For assaulting an officer… especially one of higher rank than me.”
“You assaulted me?” said Sam.
“I slapped your arse,” she reminded him.
“And you think that warrants an arrest?” he said, moving away from the lockers and walking slowly toward her. She took a few steps back.
“If you catch me,” she said as flirty as possible as she backs up. “Then you can cuff me and frisk me.”
Sam smiled, taking the hint. He stalked her faster, and in turn she picked up speed as well, not turning around. His eyes locked with hers.
“Better start running,” he said with a low, threatening growl. She squealed, turning around to run into the back of the locker room, which was a dead end. She just remembered, but didn’t care; she wanted him to catch her.
She took a right turn, which she knew was the dead end, and then turned to see him standing there, hands on hips. She acted as if she was frightened, when actually she was very excited. The look on his face, his stance, sent her blood boiling. He strolled closer to her, and she could feel her heart quickening as she pressed her back to the wall.
“No where to run,” he said, crossing his arms. She let out a small whimper.
“You haven’t caught me yet,” she said, finding her nerve. She was enjoying this little game with him a bit too much.
He weaved one way to trip her up as she tried to move around his other side, but he quickly changed course and pinned her to the wall, hands on either side of her head. She pressed herself against the wall, and he leaned closer to her. She swallowed hard, her pulse was racing, and she felt a hot flush rise from the pit of her stomach all the way to the top of her head.
“How about now?” he whispered harshly.
“Oh, god…” she moaned.
His face was now only an inch away as he stared into her eyes, and she forgot to breathe.
“Now how do you feel?” he said.
“Wet,” she answered automatically, and then slapped her hand over her mouth, mortified by her sudden outburst. Sam’s eyes widened, obviously just as shocked she said that out loud, but then he recovered, looking smug.
“Is that right?” he said. He removed her hand from her mouth, tilting his head to the side, and moved forward. Her breath caught when he lightly touched his lips to hers, very softly, very sweetly. She responded immediately, opening her mouth to him. He slipped his tongue inside, and she melted.
She was very, very wet.
Sam ended the kiss all too soon for her liking, and then backed away. She was left panting against the wall, face flushed pink and eyes glossy.
“Meet you outside,” he said, smirking, and then he was gone.
.-.
She did as she was told after getting her purse and jacket from her locker. She waited for him by the front of the station, puffing on her last cigarette. The moment she saw him coming toward her, leather jacket on, she snubbed it out.
He strutted as he walked, and she felt anxious, face warm. He smiled.
“Walk you home?” she asked softly, feeling some of her bravado coming back.
“Sure,” he said, smile wide.
They walked together in silence on the way there. Once in a while, Sam would look over at her, and she’d smile. He’d smile back, and it made her smile even wider. She felt happy enough to start skipping, but she held herself in check. Her mind was replaying what had just happened between them in the locker room, and it made her blush, but thankfully Sam didn’t say anything when he looked at her. She hoped that they could play like that again, even if they did start seeing each other.
They made it to his flat. He placed his key on top of the headboard of his hideaway bed, as always, and then took off his jacket. She set her purse down next to his bed and then took her shoes off. She didn’t care what he said; she was staying with him tonight.
“Tea?” Sam asked politely.
“Yeah, thanks,” she said. She loved how endearing he was. He was a rare specimen of a man, and she felt so lucky to have found him. Or rather, he found her. She didn’t even care that he could be a bit crazy; he was wonderful.
She wandered around his flat, taking everything in. It may be a little small, but it felt so comfortable to her, cozy. She felt at home whenever she walked in. She spotted his cupboard, opened it, and peered inside. It was filled with his button-up shirts. Some seemed to even be big enough for her to wear. She smiled.
“Do you take sugar or milk in your tea?” Sam asked as he walked back in. He noticed her looking in his closet and came up to her. “What is it?”
“Oh, just looking…” she turned around to look at him, smiling. “I hear you’re a good cook.”
Sam shrugged, smiling. “Yeah, well… maybe. Why do you ask?”
Annie got closer, staring at him. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind making me dinner.” She placed a hand on his bare forearm.
“Yeah, okay. What would you like?”
“Anything that you think I’ll like.”
Sam smiled, and he was looking so cute Annie just had to lean up and kiss his cheek.
“Yeah, okay.”
She watched him from the little table next to the kitchenette. He had a small apron on, shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, and two buttons undone. She couldn’t help staring at the exposed part of his chest where his necklace lay. Her mind trailed off again in a daydream as she watched him cook. There was just something about a man in the kitchen that made her pulse hammer. He was chopping up something, but she didn’t have the nerve to ask what. She didn’t care what he cooked; she’d eat it no matter what it was.
It was done before she knew it, and he had dished up both plates. He set hers down in front of her with a smile, and then sat across from her. His table was small, but she loved it. They were sitting rather close together, plates touching.
“It’s an Asian noodle cuisine, so I hope you’ll like it.”
“I’m sure I will,” she smiled. She tucked in, very curious and excited to taste what he cooked for her. She hummed in approval. “Oh, this is delicious!”
Sam blushed. “Thanks.”
They ate silently for a bit, looking at each other once in a while, smiling. Minutes later, Sam jumped from the table and groaned, “I can’t believe I forgot to get us something to drink!”
She giggled. “Hey, it’s no problem.”
Sam had some very nice wine. She guessed he bought the bottle from Nelson. She sipped it, staring at him over the rim. He was looking at her, head slightly tilted down as he dipped his fork into the noodles. She shivered, loving the look he was giving her. She hoped it meant what she thought. By the way he had kissed her against the wall in the locker room, she was probably right.
Dinner done, Sam took their empty plates to the sink. She watched him, all of him, and sighed. He was too good to be true.
“So,” he said, hands in pockets. “You have anything else special planned tonight?”
Annie shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. “Just wanted to be with you, that’s all.”
“Oh,” he said, smiling, a gleam in his eyes. “You… want to go see a film or something?”
Annie got up from the chair and stood in front of him, gently sliding her hands over his shoulders and hooking her fingers together behind his head.
“I want to stay here tonight.”
Sam was actually speechless. It almost made her laugh. He obviously didn’t think she would, even after the flirting she did with him.
“You want to… what?” he finally stammered.
She grinned, and then leaned forward and kissed his lips softly before pulling away with a teasing smile. Then she walked into the other room and over to the cupboard, which was still open, and looked through the shirts. Sam came in and watched her, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
“Looking for moths?” he asked, grinning.
She didn’t answer him right away. Finding just the one she wanted, she held the shirt up to her body to check the length. She looked at him, smiling.
“What do you think? Will it fit?”
Sam blinked. “Why do you want to wear my shirt?”
“For bed, silly. I didn’t bring anything with me to wear, so one of your shirts will have to do.”
Sam stared again, gaping. She took that as a good sign. When he didn’t say anything, she went into his bathroom to change. She loved seeing him gobsmacked; she did that to him, and it made her feel proud.
She decided to not wear her bra under the shirt. She didn’t like sleeping in one anyway. She kept the first two buttons undone on it, and one button undone at the bottom. She had a pair of clean, white knickers underneath, and that was all. She folded her clothes up, placing her bra on top of the pile so that when she walked out of the loo holding them he would notice it there right away.
She was right that he noticed, and she saw the gleam return in his eyes as well as happy surprise. She set her folded clothes up on a chair next to the telly.
“You… want to go to bed already?” Sam said, swallowing hard.
“Well, mainly just getting comfortable. Is that okay?”
“Er, yeah… I suppose.”
She sat on the edge of his bed, staring at him. He was fidgeting and it made her smile. Poor Sam, he was a little nervous now that he had her on his bed.
“You can get comfortable too, if you want.”
He smiled, but stood there for a bit, as if he couldn’t make his feet move. Finally, he nodded and went into the bathroom. When he came back out, he was only wearing his shirt, but it was unbuttoned, and he was bare-chested, with a pair of sweats on. Surprisingly, it was rather sexy. As she stared at him, she got the sudden urge to feel him near her. She stood from the bed, a thought suddenly striking her, and looked for any that’ll play music.
Sam only had a small radio in his flat, but she was able to find a good enough song on it. She took his hand, and he understood, pulling them close. They started to slow dance. She felt a shiver go through her from just being near him. His body was so warm against hers.
“Remember that one time,” she said softly, “when we were pretending to be married, and got invited to that party?”
“It wasn’t that long ago, so yeah,” said Sam. God, she loved looking into his eyes, and the way they squinted a little when he looked at her.
“I enjoyed it,” she admitted quietly. “I mean, the dancing. And posing as your wife.” She blushed slightly. “I even liked it when you stole that kiss.”
Sam grinned. “We had to look like a married couple, of course.”
“So you took advantage,” she smiled. “You naughty boy.”
Sam winked, bringing his face even closer to hers. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
She smiled, blushing softly. “Maybe I did.”
He kissed her, like before, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She responded to him immediately, and Sam took the lead for a different dance, edging her to the bed and lying her down. She gladly obeyed, looking up at him as he towered over her, face soft and eyes polite. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, giving him the go-ahead. Damn, she was so wet. She hadn’t wanted someone so badly before in all her life.
“Sam,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
He leaned down and kissed her chin. “Annie. Is this… okay?”
She nearly laughed, but she held herself in check; he didn’t need to ask, but he did anyway. She loved it. “Yes. More than okay. Please, Sam.”
He kissed her again, softly and slowly. Then, he made his way down, and as he kissed her skin, he undid a button on the shirt. He kissed the line of skin that became exposed, but didn’t move the shirt away yet. He made it to the last button, kissed her stomach softly, and then planted another light kiss at the hem of her knickers. Her breath was coming out in hard pants now, and he looked up at her, eyes questioning.
“Annie?”
“Yes, Sam. Please.”
Gently, painstakingly, he pulled them down her hips until she was exposed to him. She slipped one leg out of them, and then kept it bent at the knee and slightly parted. He was staring at her, down there. It gave her the shivers. Then he finally looked up into her face.
“Yes,” she repeated, anticipating his question. He leaned down and gently wrapped his lips around her clit. She jumped and cried out; it had been years since someone touched her like this. “Oh, God, Sam!”
He knew just what to do, and that was another rare thing to find in a man these days. She didn’t want to think how he knew what he was doing; she just wanted to enjoy it. He made her so wet, it was easy enough to push two fingers inside her. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to make her squirm, he crooked his fingers in such a way that he instantly found her g-spot. She jumped again, finding herself pulling away from his fingers, writhing on the bed. He got up more on one elbow and pushed harder inside her, and she clung onto the edge of the mattress above her head, toes curling. It never, ever felt like this before; and it all came so fast it took her by surprise. She was coming, and hard. She let out a scream she never thought she’d make, that a man would never make her produce ever. Her body was sliding backwards on the bed, head hitting the top of the headboard as she tried to get away from his fingers because it was just too much at once.
“God, Sam, stop! Stop!” she panted.
He stopped, slipping his fingers out of her and stared at her. “What’s wrong?”
She sighed, a little smile playing on her lips. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything is… oh, Sam,” she let out a heavy, but content, sigh. He crawled up her body and lay gently on top of her, elbows taking most of his weight, and he stared down at her.
“What is it, then?” he asked softly. “Was that okay?”
She nearly laughed. “Okay? Sam, you were wonderful!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Sam kissed back, and then she opened her mouth to take his tongue inside. They kissed wildly for a minute, hands touching, and arms and legs entangling.
She sighed when he released her mouth finally. “Sam, please…” she slowly slipped the shirt off her shoulders and arms, and then tossed it aside. He stared down at her, as if surprised, and then quickly moved as if someone had switched him on. He cupped one breast while he sucked on the other, and she arched into him, enjoying what his mouth and tongue were doing to her. He was gentle and rough at the same time; he knew just were to apply some pressure and where to make his touch light. He didn’t stay on her breasts forever, either, like she figured he would; he moved down and kissed her stomach, her waist, her hips, and slowly kissed his way down her thigh, and then to her knee, calf, and foot. Then, he made his way back up her body from the other side, starting with her toes. When he nibbled gently on the back of her thigh, she squeaked and jumped, and then she shivered hard. He made his way back between her legs, gently licking and kissing there, before moving up again. When he made it back to her lips again, she was squirming and her eyes were moist from unshed tears.
“Please, Sam,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he whispered, kissing her lips lightly again and again.
“I want you…”
He looked into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” she groaned in frustration, clawing at his back. “Please, Sam…”
He pushed his sweatpants off, and then his shirt, and tossed them onto the floor. The moment he was done, she dragged him back down on top of him and arched into his body. Finally, flesh on flesh. He felt so wonderful against her; hard and hot, and she shivered when he gently rolled his hips against her. He was so patient, and paid attention to the details as he kissed and touched her; it set her body on fire.
She whimpered and begged, but Sam continued to take his time. She wanted to scream and cry and yell, but the things he was doing to her made her almost too breathless to speak. He was down there again, doing such brilliant things with his mouth, and she was arching into that mouth, moaning and whining and clawing and coming… she was coming and coming…
“SAM!” she cried, voice raw. Then he was over her again, and suddenly, before her spasms died out, he was sliding inside her. She let out a silent scream, nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed into her, sliding out slowly, and then pushing in hard, over and over. He was hitting all the right spots, flexing and pulling, and she clung to him for dear life; heels locked into his lower back. He was just long enough to reach the sensitive spot, and he was thick and heavy, stretching her wide; she cried out again, squeezing around his cock and coming all over him, drenching him and the bed sheets. He picked up speed, thrusts suddenly erratic, and then his face screwed up, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he was filling her. She gladly took it all.
.-.
“Sam!”
Annie cracked one eye open slowly; someone was banging at the door and shouting Sam’s name. She wanted to bury her head under the covers and never come out. She was too comfortable, and Sam’s arm around her was warm and comforting. But she felt Sam stir behind her, and she knew that if he didn’t get up soon…
The door burst open. Annie wrapped the bed sheet tighter around her.
Gene Hunt stood before them, staring down at them with an unreadable look for a few moments, and then smirked.
“Must you always break my door down?” Sam said, sitting up in bed, keeping the covers over his lap at least.
“I am not going to wait for your arse to get up,” Gene huffed, but was looking amused. “If I had known that you and Cartwright were naked… actually, I wouldn’t have bothered knocking at all.”
“Guv,” Sam warned. “Please, give us some privacy; we need to get dressed.”
Gene eyed Annie, and she pulled the covers up her body higher.
“Didn’t take you long to go from staring to shagging,” he told her. “What did you have to do to finally get his attention, knock him on the head with a frying pan?”
“Guv, please,” Sam said, gesturing his head at the door.
“All right, but don’t get distracted and have another go; there’s been a murder that needs investigating, and I’d trust Chris with the evidence as much as I trust a baboon with a gun.”
When he left, Annie couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. Sam stood from the bed, and she had a nice view of his backside as he walked to his dresser.
“Back to work, then?” she said.
He turned around, boxers in hand.
“Back to work,” he agreed, smiling.